The era of telecom revolution brought down barriers in immense ways, thereby, paving way for a barrier-free communication at a lesser cost, but paying rich dividends. Being one of the millions of beneficiaries of this revolution, I was able to break the taboo of banging a known married woman without having to persuade her much to get her matured pussy pumped hard.
In the 2007-08 period, I, Sam (name changed) was an ordinary youth with ordinary dreams until I got in touch with Ann (name changed). It was through the mobile phone that she came to know more about me, and vice-versa. As I had always been a great fan of matured, married, divorced, widowed women, I thought it would not be wrong to take a plunge and break the taboo.
Although knowing that she was married, and she knew I was still single, somehow we gelled largely. Initially, our talks would surround on common issues like social, political and economic. However, we took our own time to meet each other. One morning, Ann, a mother of three kids, called me to inform that she was depressed. I inquired the reasons, but she refused to disclose pending our meeting. She offered to meet me, and I obliged with a deep sense of trepidation. She was around 42 years at that time, and I was 25. But age was no barrier; it was just another number.
At the appointed time and place, she came to meet me, and we sat in her vehicle. We were nervous at first, but with time, things started to ease. We spoke on a hell lot of issues, and she finally disclosed the reasons for her depression. I could understand that her marriage was on the rocks. All I could do was to offer her advice, and asking her to be patient.
Ann left, but we continued to communicate all day until the date changed. Our relationship grew stronger, and became better with time, just like wine. Once, she took me along to a place for some personal work. While sitting in her vehicle, we spoke about several things, and suddenly it started to rain and people were running helter-skelter for shelter. While the rain was hitting the vehicle hard, I tried to come close to her. I started by touching her hand; she did not resist. This only made me bolder. She was wearing a full-length black skirt, white top, and a shawl. From her hand, I moved to her thighs, and started caressing them. We did not speak a word, but my actions continued. She also started feeling aroused with the constant caressing. I took the courage to go near the golden triangle and caress her more. Again, Ann did not defy. She was enjoying it coz she felt cared for and loved.
While caressing her pussy from above her skirt, she started closing her eyes. In no time, I was searching for an entrance into her pussy. She cooperated by loosening up her skirt. Covering with her shawl, I started caressing her pussy from on top of her black cotton panty. She was definitely getting more aroused, so was I. I took her hand and guided her to my crotch to make her feel the intensity of my feelings for her. Ann started spreading her legs to allow my hand to go deep inside her hairy, wild and wet pussy. As the atmosphere inside the car became intense, passersby disturbed us as the rain subsided. With this annoying disturbance, our thirst remained unquenched.
As we waited for another time, another day, Ann informed that she had to travel a little away from town, and she again requested me to accompany her. I was too happy to oblige! Ann picked me up on the way, and in no time, we were traveling on the highway. The autumn sun and the cool breeze were perfect for romance. But I did not dare to make the first move. Upon reaching the place, we completed the chores, and returned. On the way, Ann did the unimaginable. With a slight drizzle hitting the vehicle, she suddenly stopped the vehicle on the roadside surrounded by trees. We spoke for a while, and in the process, I started holding her hand and caressed it. The atmosphere inside the vehicle was getting warmer, and better.
Ann pulled the seat, and lied down with legs slightly spread. I followed the cue, and started caressing her thighs aggressively. She began to moan in a low voice. I lifted her skirt to find her bushy pussy covered with a black cotton panty. Being a thick and bushy pussy, Ann’s pubic hairs protruded from her panty side. I began rubbing her pussy from on top of her panty while another hand caressed her boobs. In no time, Ann’s pussy began to get wet. I lowered myself and took my mouth to her pussy to lick the juices. Her clit was getting finer and with every touch of my tongue, Ann squirmed and wanted more. While pulling my head into her fleshy pussy she cummed hard with a loud moan.
We then shifted to the back seat. Without wasting much time, Ann held onto my crotch and began to squeeze like there was no tomorrow. She herself lowered my pants, and took out my throbbing dick, which was shining with precum, into her hand. She began to give a hand job, and she swiftly took it inside her mouth. She was great. Experience was the key. As I did not want to cum yet, I pulled my throbbing dick from her mouth, and made Ann spread her legs wider. Ann wanted to ride me hard. She sat on me with my dick on her hand. She guided it to her love spot, and when my throbbing cock found the wonderful hole, it could not stop but drill. She was an expert and began to ride with full enthusiasm and vigor. After a magnificent 20-minute ride, both of us began to cum hard with loud groans and moans. It was one of the best days in our lives.
While the relationship began to blossom, and both of us had tasted our bodies to the hilt, Ann began to drift away as she wanted to focus on her children’s future. We did not bid goodbye. We are still in touch, but the exquisite ambiance has faded. While writing this account, I could not help but shed tears as I remember Ann with affection. Awaiting for comments from the invaluable readers (lustforwomen2atgmaildotcom)
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